Mason backed me against the fridge, pressing his body on mine. My hands slid inside his shirt and I ran my nails down his back, making him shiver. I loved knowing I could make him tremble too.

His tongue grazed around my jaw, sending a jolt down my body that flared low in my abdomen and filled me with need, with lust. He nibbled the tip of my ear, provoking me with his erratic breathing, as his hands clasped around my ass, bringing my hips to his. His hard-on brushed against me and I moaned. Oh, the hell with it. I pulled my hands out of his shirt and fisted the hem, intent on pulling it over his head right now.

A loud Toxic by Britney Spears made Mason jump back a couple of feet. “What’s that?”

I laughed, fishing my phone from my pocket. “It’s the ringtone I chose for Tracy.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Appropriate?”

Shaking my head, I answered the phone. “Hey, Tracy. What’s up?”

Groaning, Mason adjusted his pants and walked to the other side of the bar area, clearly needing to cool off. I loved seeing him like that, aroused and losing control because of me.

I tuned him out—otherwise I would hang up the phone—and turned my attention to Tracy.

Mason

I was having the hardest time keeping my hands off Charlotte. Well, my hands were all over her, but what I wanted was to scoop her up and throw her onto my bed.

I drew little circles on top of her foot with my fingertips, and scanned every inch of her face, while she flipped through the channels, searching for a movie we could watch together.

We had retreated to the couch after washing the dishes and being interrupted by Tracy’s call, inviting Charlotte to a Fourth of July party I couldn’t attend. I had instantly laid her down and crawled over her. So, to keep us apart, she decided to sit on a corner of the couch, and I sat on the other end. Not two seconds later, she propped her legs over the couch and rested her feet in my lap.

I was sure I liked her. Very much. In addition, I felt good about it.

She was fun, beautiful, kind, and adventurous. She loved skating, drawing, and showing off her delicious legs with those short skirts. I knew she was great in bed. Perfect even. Christ, I couldn’t wait to try that part again.

My fingers trailed up her leg, pausing at her knees. She chuckled and swatted my hand away. When she seemed focused on her movie-finding marathon again, I resumed my hike. My fingers traced up her leg, and I heard her sharp intake of breath when my hand was close to the hem of her skirt. Slowly, she turned her eyes to me. I held her stare as my hand continued up, under her skirt.

She shifted her weight. “Mason …”

That was all I needed to hear. In a second, I had my arm around her waist, laying her on the couch, under me, while my other hand played along the edges of her panties.

Her back arched, pressing her breasts against my chest, and I groaned before taking her mouth. Her lips parted and moved in sync with mine. She teased my tongue with hers, and then she sucked on it. I almost flipped; I almost lost it. Shit. She was too much, just too much, and I wanted all of her.

I ground my hips against hers and she moaned. That sound alone filled me with excitement, with need. Need for her. With the hand under her skirt, I pulled her panties to the side and teased her with my thumb.

She grasped my shoulders, her nails sinking through my shirt, and gasped. “Mason,” she whispered against my mouth. My name coming from her delicious lips sounded like a prayer, and I loved hearing it. I loved how she was here with me, enjoying this as much as I was.

I slid my tongue to her ear and whispered, “What?” I rubbed my thumb around her clit and she moaned. “What is it?”

“Please,” she gasped.

I retreated my fingers. “Please, what?”

Charlotte glided her hands down my arms and held my hand in place. “Please, I need you.”

Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but it would suffice. Surprising her, I moved my hand fast and sunk a finger inside her. Back arching, she cried and I groaned against her neck. Christ, she was wet, tight, and ready. I had missed touching her. Tasting her.

I lifted from the couch and she held on to me. Her eyes were on mine, a desperate shine in them. I smiled and unclasped her hands from my arms, and then, none too gently, I pushed her skirt up and knelt between her legs. She drew air in, understanding what I was about to do, her beautiful face a mixture of anticipation and excitement.

I pushed her panties aside and lowered myself as she groaned, throwing her torso back down on the couch. I nipped her thigh and she groaned. Smiling, I played around some more, loving how eager she became with each gentle bite. Ending her torture, I flicked my tongue over her clit then took it into my mouth. She grasped the couch, a whimper escaping her throat, and adjusted herself, lifting her hips to me. With a satisfied smile, I swirled my tongue. If I was right, she was dying for release by now.

Her fingers knotted in my hair. “Mason, please …”

I flicked my tongue on her clit, and then pulled back a little. “Please, what?”

Cussing, she lifted her head and looked at me pointedly. “Don’t stop.”

Happy to oblige, I sank to her again and slid a finger inside her. Her muscles tightened against my finger, and all I could think of was to take down my pants and bury myself in her. Not yet. First, I would pleasure her, and then I would scoop her away to my bedroom and fuck her senseless.

I slipped a second finger inside, thrusting deeply, and increased the pressure of my tongue.

“Oh, please, don’t stop,” she cried, holding my hair tighter. I moved my fingers deeper and rolled my tongue harder. She stilled. “Mason,” she whispered, her body quavering as she came.

The bulge in my pants ached as I looked at her. Charlotte was thrown over the couch, completely undone. I had done that and it felt too damn good. She reached up, closing her hands around my arms and pulling me over her—exactly where I wanted to be.

I lay over her. “Was it good?”

She shot me an are-you-crazy look and hooked her legs around my waist, drawing me closer. “Come here,” she whispered before clasping my neck and bringing my mouth down to hers.

I didn’t restrain myself. I opened my mouth and kissed her with all I had, pressing down on her, rubbing my hips on hers to show her how much I wanted her. She gasped, unaware of how any of her sounds, little or loud gasps and cries and moans, made me harder and harder.

She fisted my T-shirt and tugged on it.

The jingle of keys on the front door froze us for a second. I jumped off Charlotte and sat down on the couch, pulling one of the decorative pillows over my hard-on, and Charlotte straightened by my side, pulling her skirt down and smoothing her hair. She fanned herself and I shook my head, fighting annoyed laughter.

The door swung open and David stepped in. “Hey.” He stopped and his eyes widened at the girl by my side. “Oh, hi.” He closed the door and approached the couch, adjusting his glasses. “I’m David, Mason’s roommate.”

“Hi,” Charlotte said, smiling at him. “I’m Charlotte.”

David smiled, totally smitten. I could punch him if Charlotte’s hand hadn’t fallen on my thigh, squeezing it. Christ, how am I supposed to lose my hard-on?

I cleared my throat. “She’s my girlfriend,” I said, feeling the need to clarify that.

“Oh, wow, that was quick,” David said, slipping his bag off his shoulder. “You’ve been here for what, two months? And you already have a girlfriend.”

I put an arm around Charlotte’s shoulders and looked at her. “We met before.”

“Ah,” David said. His gaze switched to the TV. “What the hell are you two watching?”